Frappa-What?

I order a Grand-Double-Shot-Venti-Caramel-extra- hot-extra-foam-extra-jump-with-two-sugars-cream- and-a-sprinkle-of-cinnamon-on-top- with-a-stir-stick latte.

Yet, the mere fact

that you walk past/casually flip your hair/and sit in front of my drooling figure/while you chew on your pen cap and/tap your shoe and/altogether/exist in general, is like 300 volts to the cranium, plus a shot of espresso and I thought

i totally love this poem
reminds me of myself in a way
when a guy walks by and i lose any sort of appetite or am too embarassed to order in front of him lol
funny ending plus love the title
:D WOOT!
could ya comment on some of my stuff please?

I disagree with the_Horsegirl-- one of my favorite poets is Emily Dickinson, and she used random dashes. To this day no one knows why. I think it's a staple, to do something different with your poetry.
I loved the idea and the way you carried it out. Bravo!